Wrong Turn
By A.J. Brown
Jace gets distracted when he leaves a work function


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"Tell me what you're wearing."

"Well baby, I got a pink pair of socks on right now. They're tight to my feet
and you can see the balls of my feet and my arches. They're keeping my feet
warm now. But when you get home they're coming off so you can keep my feet
warm."

Jace turned onto the street his car was parked on. He was pretty sure this was
the right street anyway. When he parked it was daylight but now it was pitch
black outside. Once he got far enough away from the hotel there were no
streetlights. Whatever, if he had the wrong street, he'd figure that out
later. He wasn't going to interrupt this conversation.

"I cannot wait to get those socks off of you," he said to Annalise.

"Mmm, baby, tell me what you're gonna do to my feet when you get home."

"Oh I'm gonna stick my face right in them and just breathe them in. Kiss them,
lick them, suck them, I'm gonna enjoy those wonderful feet for exactly what
they are."

"Baby, I can't wait to rub these pale feet of mine all over your cute face, I
love watching you slave to them."

There wasn't much that could have made him want to end this conversation but
when he got to where he was certain where he had parked his car and saw it
wasn't there, he was officially distracted. He remembered there was a parking
meter near where he parked that he didn't use because it was a weekend and
after 5 pm. At first he thought maybe he got towed until he saw there wasn't
even a parking meter there. Shit. He was on the wrong street.

"Babe, I gotta go," he said. "I just walked down the wrong street to my car."

She gave a sexy laugh. "Thinking about my feet distracted you, huh?"

"That's what they do," he said, trying to keep the mood going, though he was
starting to feel nervous and wanted to end this call and find his car.

"Alright baby, my feet are waiting for you. Get home quick but be careful.
Love ya."

"OK, love you."

He hung up and looked around. He looked up the street from where he had walked
and realized he was over a quarter mile from the street he had turned off of.
He hadn't realized he had walked this far. He didn't like the feeling of fear
that was building up in him from being alone on this street. He looked around.
He didn't see any kind of street lights or lights coming from buildings
anywhere and it was a cloudy night. So dark that the few buildings around, he
couldn't even make out what they were. He had a terrifying feeling inside of
him that he was in a very bad place he wasn't supposed to be in and it was
going to be a little bit of a walk before he could be away from here. Did he
call Annalise back? No, she'd be able to tell he was afraid and he didn't want
her to have that image of him. It would slow him down from getting out of here
too.

"Hey!" he heard a voice call, coming from the opposite direction of where he
had been walking from.

Fuck. It was a female voice but not an attractive sounding one. Though the
voice just sounded like it was calling to him in a nonthreatening way, there
was something about it that made him extremely uneasy. He looked in that
direction. All he saw down a little ways was a dark figure. He couldn't make
out the clothing, he couldn't even see the person's skin. But seeing the dark
figure increased his feeling of dread that had already been at a high level.

He looked back in the other direction that he needed to go. It looked like
such a long way before he was off of this street. He considered running but he
wasn't at that point yet. The figure wasn't near him and he just needed to
walk in the other direction. He put his head down and started walking back the
way he came. With every step he took he wished he was just off this street and
he felt impatient that ...

"Hey!"

The voice sounded much closer now, though he hadn't heard her approaching. He
turned his head and there she was, a step away from him. She wore black
clothes and he still couldn't make out exactly what kind of clothes they were.
Her black skin that was even dark for an African American blended in with the
darkness around them. Her white teeth and the whites of her eyes now stuck
out. From what he could see, he guessed her to be in her early twenties.

"Hey, come with me," she said sounding forceful, even though she sounded like
she was trying to sound friendly.

Jace did not like being this close to her. He turned his head and moved to
continue walking in the other direction. He felt her hand tightly grasp his
right wrist. Her hand was thin and feminine but her grip made it immediately
clear to him that she was a lot stronger than him. He tried to pull away and
didn't even come close. He turned to look at her, looking like she hadn't
needed any effort to hold onto him.

"Hey, come with me," she said.

He tried with all of his might to yank his wrist free but couldn't. He let out
an upset sounding gasp when he tried his hardest to pull free and still
couldn't. He briefly thought about yelling for help but a quick look around
this dark horror street gave him the feeling that if he yelled for anyone, a
full gang of people that were on her side were going to appear out of the
darkness.

The girl didn't look the least bit angry or bothered which was partly why he
wasn't ready for it when she lifted her right hand and punched him in the
face. He was 31-years-old and hadn't been punched in the face in his adult
life. The pain of the punch made him feel weak and more afraid. He lifted his
left hand to strike back but he was right-handed and as he felt the pain
growing in his face it made him afraid to punch too hard. He threw a punch
that was weak that she just pushed away.

She punched him in the nose and as his eyes watered up while the pain shot
throughout his head he thought about how awful it was being punched in the
face. No longer wanting to fight back, he tried to put his left hand up to
block. She punched right through it and punched him in the face again. He
started moving his head down to try and avoid it. She punched his face again.

Her fist striking his face repeatedly like that became too much for him and he
started crying. The crying didn't seem to matter to her either way as she
continued to punch his face. The only thing he knew at that point was that he
wanted her to stop. He held his hand up in submission not expecting it to get
her to stop and thinking that he was going to have to start begging.

But she did stop and that provided him temporary relief. She put her fist down
and turned away from him. When he stood up straight again, sniffling, with
tears still coming down his face, he was prepared for the fact that she was
going to rob him. He thought about what a pussy he was, allowing himself to
get mugged by a girl who didn't even have a weapon that he knew of. Regardless
of how he had to explain this story to Annalise, this was one story that he
wasn't ever going to tell anyone the truth about.

She tugged his arm in the opposite direction of where he had been heading
back. She started to walk and he took a few steps before stopping in his
tracks. "Where are we going?" he asked.

She turned her head and looked at him impatiently. "Shut up and walk."

He kept his feet planted. "Just ... "

She raised her fist that he was now very afraid of. "Ah said, shut up and
walk!"

She looked forward and pulled him along like he was property and not anything
that mattered. His dread got worse as they walked down this dark street
getting further away from potential safety and deeper into what seemed to be
her turf. He tried to stay calm as he thought of ideas. If he pulled out his
phone she'd take it from him before he entered the first number of his
passcode. He looked around and if he screamed for five minutes he knew no one
around here was going to come to his rescue, and on top of that she'd make
sure he wasn't able to scream for more than five seconds. She was gripping his
wrist so tightly that it really hurt and his fear was the only thing that had
him not thinking about that pain. He didn't have a chance of pulling away and
trying to run. He was too scared to try and fight her. Even if he
sucker-punched the back of her head right now when she wasn't ready, he didn't
think he could get a good enough shot to prevent her from pummeling him again
right after.

"I'll give you my wallet!" he said desperately. "You can have all the cash in
it. Take the credit cards too, you got plenty of time before ... "

"Do you not know what SHUT UP means, privileged white boy?" she said as she
turned around and raised her fist to him again, speaking with such a mean tone
that made her sound like the kind of person that could hurt someone very badly
and not think twice about it. He quieted down thinking about what a coward he
was, so afraid to do anything. "Besods, if I wanted your wallet I would just
take it."

She gave his arm another good yank as she led him left. She started walking
him down an alley which, as terrifying as it was, wasn't really any scarier
than the street they had been on. But as they walked down further, the
possibilities started going through his head, none of them good. Was she going
to beat him up in this alley? Were there a bunch of people waiting for him
that were going to beat him up? Or was she just going to kill him? That was
definitely possible.

Trying to build up all of the strength and adrenaline he could, he yanked his
wrist as hard as he could. It slipped a little but she still had a strong grip
on it. He yanked harder and it burned his skin. Fuck, he couldn't get free.
She turned to look at him, now looking pissed off. She punched him in the
cheek again and he immediately started to cry. He hated her punches.

She followed that up with a punch right underneath his eye. It took his body a
second or two to realize he couldn't take it and he just dropped to the
ground, her letting go of his wrist as he did. She drove her sneaker into his
hip, kicking him, then kicked him in the stomach. God, he was getting the shit
beat out of him in an alley and there was no reason for her to stop. He tried
to take in a breath and when he couldn't get it in he put his hand up in
submission again. It didn't stop her as she got down on her knees and punched
him in the face twice. They made eye-contact with her fist wound back again
and he could see the difference in her eyes from the people he associated
with. His friends and acquaintances cared about people, they reasoned when
they had disagreements, and they didn't have physical fights. This girl didn't
interact with people in those ways, she hurt them, and doing so didn't even
faze her. He waited for her fist to strike his face again, knowing this one
would really make him cry, but she held it.

"Stop fucking with me," she said, her fist shaking like it had a mind of its
own wanting to slug him one more time, with her mind working hard to hold it
back. "Get up, walk, and STOP fucking with me!"

He truly felt like a worm as she started to pull him up. He still was having a
tough time breathing but he knew if he tried to stay down or even ask for an
extra minute, she would make it worse. When they were both on their feet he
was walking slow, he couldn't help it. She at least seemed to understand that
as she was holding his wrist as tight as ever but she wasn't rushing him
along.

"I'll cooperate," he said, whimpering, and having to work hard to speak since
he still couldn't get in a full breath of air. "I'll do whatever, just to get
this over with. Can you tell me where we're going or what we're doing?
Please."

She said nothing but didn't tell him to shut up either. She just looked
forward as she walked him along, seeming content that she had asserted her
dominance. She gave his arm another hard yank to the right, her way of telling
him that they were going right, like he was a horse. She led him down another
alley.

This one had a light high on one of the walls providing some light now. There
were three mattresses stacked up on the ground on the right. On the left there
was a mattress standing up and leaning slanted against the wall. Standing up
and leaning against that mattress was a short woman who was looking at her
fingers like she had been bored and waiting for them to show up. She looked
older, probably close to 50, and based on her skin color she looked Spanish.
She couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall but she wore a tank top and she
had incredibly muscular arms with veins bulging everywhere in them. She wore
tight black workout pants and a pair of sneakers. She said something in
Spanish.

"Give me your wallet and your phone," the black girl said to him.

He looked at the Spanish woman, who was looking at her fingers again, paying
no mind to Jace's presence. While the Spanish woman wasn't looking at him, the
black girl looked right at him looking impatient that he didn't have his
wallet and phone out immediately. He took them out and tried to act
cooperative when he handed them to her, but the black girl grabbed them like
they were owed to her. She handed them to the Spanish woman. The Spanish woman
put his phone underneath her armpit then casually flipped through his wallet.
When she was done, she stuck the wallet in the waistband of her pants then did
the same with his phone. She pointed at the stacked mattresses and said
something in Spanish.

"Go have a seat," the black girl said, a hint of compassion in her voice, but
not much. "Tatiana wants you to get some rest."

She said 'Tatiana' with a Spanish accent so Jace could tell the Spanish woman
was Tatiana. He walked over and sat on the mattress and the other two stayed
where they were, starting to talk, now both speaking in Spanish. He looked
both ways and thought this was probably going to be his best chance to run
away. But if they caught him trying to get away again he was really going to
get beaten especially now that there were two of them and the new one looked
even tougher. The black girl walked back over and had a seat next to him and
he realized that he had just passed on one decent chance. He could not pass on
the next one.

"Can I go now?" he asked the black girl, not thinking he had a chance with the
woman who seemed to have little interest in anything other than his wallet and
didn't seem to speak English. "You've got my wallet and my phone. There's
nothing else I have to give you. Can I please go?"

The Spanish women looked up suddenly, started yelling something in Spanish,
and rapidly made a 'gimme' sign with her hand.

"Your keys too," the black girl said to him. Jace would later learn that the
black girl's name was Keisha.

"Tell me why ... "

She raised her fist. "Give me your keys!"

He hesitated a bit more but the Keisha raised her fist again and that was all
she needed to do now to get him to do whatever she wanted. He pulled out his
keys and handed them to her. She tossed them to Tatiana who caught them and he
thought about how getting home was now going to be that much more difficult.
And how even if he managed to get there, they now had his address and his
keys. He watched Tatiana pull out a phone of her own and she seemed to start
texting.

"Can you please just tell me what you want?" he said, holding back tears
again. He hadn't felt this whiny and scared in his adult life.

"Just relax," Keisha said and she actually pet his arm gently. She had
softened up a bit since they found her partner but that wasn't making Jace
feel any better. "It's going to be OK."

She pulled her hand away and he thought this may be his best chance before
they did whatever bad thing they had planned. He jumped to his feet without
looking back at the Keisha. He started to run but didn't get the kind of
jumpstart he wanted from his seated position. The Spanish woman, however, he
could see out of the corner of his eye her jump to her feet with extreme
urgency like she could not let him away under any circumstances.

He didn't get many more steps before he felt her right on top of him. She
jumped on his back and it was her strength more than her weight that took him
down to the concrete with no problem. This woman wasn't only strong, she was
also very skilled. He felt her take control of his body like he was a puppet.
She was a step ahead of him as before he could even think about what he wanted
to do with his body, she was pinning him on his back and his arms to the
ground.

As her big and rock hard ass sat on him and pushed into his chest, he looked
at the look of hatred in her eyes as she wound back her fist. He thought about
how both of these women just viewed him as some worthless thing that should do
exactly as they wanted and if he didn't, he was just a nuisance that needed to
be dealt with. That was the last thing he thought before her fist came forward
and pounded his face making him feel like he just got struck in the face with
a rock.

Her rock hard punch made the other girl's seem soft and she was just
beginning. She wound back again with a look on her face like she intended to
pound his head until it was part of the ground underneath it. With him in no
position to defend himself, her fist pounded his face again. It felt like his
brain got rocked inside his head and he couldn't take much more of this. He
put his hands up in submission. Her fist pounded his face again. His head
wasn't made to absorb this kind of impact. He held his hands up as high as he
could, waving them around trying to submit, his brain not able to send words
to his mouth fast enough for him to beg her out loud. She didn't understand
what he was doing with his hands or didn't care because she punched his face
again. Her fist was wound back for another and his vision was foggy now.

"Tatiana, chill!" Keisha said as she ran behind Tatiana and grabbed her arm
with both arms. "Chill! You don't want to knock him out." Tatiana turned
around and yelled something to her in Spanish. Keisha looked down at Jace.

"You need to stop this shit, OK boy??" She looked and yelled at him as it
should have been obvious that he had done something wrong. "Cuz if you keep
this shit up, she's gonna pound you til yer dead and I ain't gonna be able to
stop her. Now she's gonna get up, but I need you to get up, go sit your ass
down over there, keep your mouth shut, and don't try anything else. Everything
will be cool if you just sit down and CHILL!"

Tatiana got up without looking at him, looking pissed off but like she had
proven her point. Now she walked over to the mattress Jace had been sitting on
and had a seat on it. Keisha reached down, grabbed Jace's arm, and pulled him
up, not in a helpful way, but like she was impatiently trying to move along
with her business.

She pulled him towards the mattress and didn't look back as he wobbled around
following her. His fear of what they would do if he fell was the only reason
he was able to stay on his feet. She sat him down on the mattress next to
Tatiana and sat on the other side of him. They had him sandwiched in making
sure he wouldn't try anything, not really giving him a choice on whether he
should take her advice to 'chill'.

He sat between the two of them, Tatiana on his right, looking towards the
other end of the alley they had come down, Keisha on his left, no one saying a
word. He could feel the anxiety growing in his body the more time that passed
and it made him want to just jump up and get away. His greater fear of these
two women was stronger and kept him seated.

He heard the noise of a truck coming from the side Tatiana was on and he felt
his anxiety level decrease from the sound of something other than these two
women. He watched as a box truck backed up towards the exit of the alley.
Tatiana jumped to her feet and ran to it. Before Jace could consider another
escape, Keisha grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Come on," she said.

She began walking him towards the truck that Tatiana had eagerly rushed to. He
walked with her, no longer considering that this might be another good chance
to try and get away. Punching this girl holding him and hoping he could make a
run for it did not seem like a good idea. Cooperation seemed like his best
bet. She walked him right up to the truck as Tatiana grabbed the handle of the
rolling door on the back and lifted it. Before he knew it, he had been pushed
to Tatiana who grabbed him strongly and tried to throw him in the back.

He put his hands on the bottom of the rolling door which was only halfway up.
He could feel how unbelievably strong she was as she tried to push him in but
now he had leverage and adrenaline. His arms were getting the workout of their
lives holding on to that door but she couldn't push him.

"Entra!" she yelled and it was the first thing she had said that he could make
out. He still didn't know what it meant, but he could guess.

"What the fuck is going on??" he said, making an effort to talk and Tatiana
was not letting up on her pressure. If she kept this up, he wasn't going to be
able to hold on much longer. "There's no way in hell I'm going in there, I
don't care ... "

His words were cut off by her big, muscular arm wrapping around his throat. As
her right bicep tightened around his Adam's apple he felt her put her right
hand on her left bicep and then push her open left hand into the back of his
head. As he felt her pressure in his throat increase, all he could think was
that death was on the way.

"Te matare!" she yelled with more anger than he knew a person could have, as
she tightened more and he was amazed he was still conscious. "Te matare!!"

"What is wrong with you??" Keisha said. She had gotten right in Jace's vision
and was looking directly at him. "Get in that truck! Do you want her to kill
you?"

Jace once again saw the anger in Keisha's eyes, she actually looked like she
genuinely did not want him to die, but she looked at him like she was putting
100% of the blame on him for not cooperating. Tatiana had loosened up on his
neck a little bit and when it looked like he wasn't going to fight back she
let go.

Jace rested his hands on the bed of the truck and felt Tatiana's foot drive
into his ass hard. It didn't hurt as bad as her punches but the humiliation of
it made it almost worse. He felt her arms wrap around his legs and she, once
again, showed off her strength as she lifted him up like it was nothing and
threw him in the back of the truck. He turned to look at her and she pointed
for him to back up. He skooched back just a little bit, figuring that she was
going to point for him to move back further. But she seemed content with where
he was as she started closing the door. He watched it close, trying to think
if he had any options but he realized how stuck he was and the door closed all
of the way.

He tried to ignore his fear. This was his first time alone since this started
so he tried to think about what his next move was going to be. It was almost
pitch black where he was, though there seemed to be some light coming in from
the floor and the sides. He got up and started to walk around. If there was
anything back here, anything, he could use that as a weapon. Once that door
opened, whenever it did, he'd knock Tatiana, Keisha, or whoever, right in the
head and make his run. All he needed was that once chance.

As he got towards the front of the truck and found nothing he wasn't feeling
hopeful, until his foot kicked something. He got down on his knees and saw it
was a big empty Tupperware container with the top off. He got down on his
knees to explore. In the vicinity he found a full gallon jug of water, a loaf
of bread, and a blanket. He frantically looked around for something better but
that was all he could find. Would he be able to knock one of them out with a
plastic jug of water? He didn't like his chances. He heard the door start to
open. Shit. It only opened maybe six inches before stopping.

"Jace?" a female voice called in. Unlike Tatiana and Keisha's voices, this
voice sounded sweet and caring. Was this person coming to save him? Was the
whole thing a prank? He didn't know but he suddenly felt a lot more
comfortable. "Jace, are you there?" she called. He didn't recognize the voice
but she spoke as if they had known each other for a long time.

"Yeah," he said. He started to move towards the door, not bothering to pick up
the jug.

"I'm guessing you'd like someone to tell you what's happening," she said to
him with the same friendly tone.

"Yes, I definitely need to know that."

"OK Tatiana and I are going to come in. I need to make sure you're going to be
cool though, OK? If you try anything stupid Tatiana's going to have to beat
you until she knocks you out and that's not going to be good for any of us.
Can I trust that you're going to stay cool if we come in?'

"Yep," he said, any feelings of comfort he had quickly going away. He expected
more questioning but the door started to open.

"OK," she said as the door opened.

He saw Tatiana was the one opening the door and the woman who was talking him
standing next to her. This new woman couldn't have been older than 30 and the
first thing he thought was that she looked very businesslike and easy to
communicate with, unlike the other two. She had long dark hair and based on
her tan skin and the way she looked and spoke confidently he guessed that she
was Italian. She started to climb in the truck and he saw she was wearing a
blue polo, black tights pants, and he saw she had black boots on. It looked
like a business uniform, actually the type a delivery person would wear,
however he saw now logos or emblems on the shirt. Tatiana came in the back
staring him down like she was waiting for him to make a move. She left the
rolling door open and crossed her muscular arms underneath her breasts.

"So I'm Alessandra," the new woman said. "You, me, and Tatiana are going to be
going on a little ride. A long ride actually. It's 24 hours if we don't stop
so I'm thinking this will probably take us two days, right Tatiana?" Tatiana
shrugged and Jace wondered if she even understood her. "We got bread and water
back there for you but I'm going to get you better than that. What kind of
food do you like or are there any restaurants you like? It's gotta be fast
food, we don't have that much time."

"Where the hell are we going?" Jace said, his patience wearing thin.

"You're going to go live with some new people."

"New people, what new people, who?" He looked towards the door with just his
eyes and saw Tatiana staring him down with her arms still crossed at her
chest. She couldn't understand Alessandra, she was just going to make sure he
did not get out that door.

"No harm in telling you, I guess. Marsha and Zoe are their names. Lesbian
couple, very nice."

"Living there doing what??" he said sternly.

"You know," she said, starting to look like she didn't want to be as
transparent. "Helping them out. Cleaning, cooking, laundry. But not all boring
stuff. I know they're tired of using sexy toys so they want to have a dick
around for their sexual activity."

"That sounds like you want me to be a slave!" he said angrily. He finally felt
the confidence to feel truly angry about the situation as opposed to afraid.

"Slave, I don't like that word," she said. "Makes it sounds like we're in the
eighteen hundreds or something."

"Are you trafficking me?" he said. He was trying to stay firm and not nervous
but it was hard. Tatiana remained there in his way from leaving and staring
him down.

"Trafficking, that's another word that has just such a negative connotation
with it," Alessandria said. "You're just moving somewhere else. People move.
It happens. It's not going to be so bad there for you honest. I know they are
good cooks so they'll do some of the cooking too, and it will be good. They
have a big screen TV. I'll tell you, they're hot too. They'll be pretty good
for you to jerk off to. There are people that have it much worse then you're
going to have it."

He breathed heavily through his nose. The more he talked to Alessandria the
less he liked his chances of getting anywhere with her. But he still liked his
chances with her better than Tatiana.

"Look, I have a wife at home," he said to her, now pleadingly. "I love her
very much. I have a good job. A lot of close family. You're going to hurt a
lot of people by doing this that have nothing to do with it. Not just me.
Please just let me go and I'll forget it ever happened. I won't look at your
plate, I'll just go back to my car and we'll move on. I love my wife, please!"

"I've done this over twenty times, you don't think I've heard every sad story
by now? Everyone has loved ones. People lose their loved ones sometimes, it
happens. Your wife will move on, I promise. I assume your wife is Annalise who
I saw you were on the phone with just a little bit before we found you and you
have the most texts from. Saw some of her pictures. She's beautiful. She'll
get over you and find another man, I promise. But you know what? She will
probably always wonder what happened to you. And whatever new guy she's with,
he'll have to deal with the fact that a part of you will always be in the back
of her mind, wondering what happened. That's kind of a cool role for you
actually."

"It's been an hour and she's going to wonder where I am very soon," he said,
now sounding threatening as he could feel his time running out. "She's going
to call the police. She knows where I was. They'll come looking."

Alessandria laughed through her nose. "You think the police are going to come
out looking for a guy who is an hour late getting home? We'll be long gone
before the time they come looking. Especially on the street you were on.
People get shot on that street and the pigs won't come until the next morning
when it's light out. That's not the street you walk around on in the dark."

"How much are they paying you?" he said, the desperation now clearly in his
voice. He stood up and took a step towards Alessandria, not to attack, but
just to beg. Still, Tatiana stepped closer to him and he backed off. "Whatever
it is, I'll pay you more. We can go right now to get the money."

"My business wouldn't do very well if I let all of my products get into a
bidding war with my customers. Alright, I've given you a chance to say pretty
much the same thing I hear every time. Do you have any special food requests?"

She started to stand up. With his eyes laser focused on the opening in the
door, he darted towards it. He was so concentrated on it that he didn't know
how the women were reacting so all he did was feel Tatiana's strong body grab
him before he was able to get out. He looked at the hatred in her eyes as she
reached up and grabbed him by the throat. His body was all hers as she started
pushing him backwards, her fingers digging into his throat as she did. He
backpedaled and felt his back then the back of his head slam into the wall.
She pulled back her fist again.

"Quieres morir??" she said.

She punched him in the face and her fist felt like a rock again. She punched
him again and as his head just dropped down he knew for sure that next one was
going to knock him out. He saw her mouth open, teeth clenched, as her fist was
back ready to deliver what was probably going to be the final blow. He saw
Alessandria come up behind her and grab her arm. Tatiana looked like she was
trying to resist but Alessandria was able to hold her arm. Alessandria yelled
something in Spanish to her, let go, and Tatiana relaxed her arm.

"I'm sorry," Alessandria said to Jace, actually sounding genuinely sorry.
"This is my first time working with Tatiana and Keisha. Normally my product
doesn't get it this bad. I'll work with them on that."

Tatiana let go of Jace's throat and as he just started to relax a bit, she
lifted her leg, ready to deliver a side kick. Before he could realize what was
happening, her sneakered foot came forward and drove into his stomach. He felt
like he was going to puke up his guts as he tried to breathe and just fell. He
was down and the two women were able to walk away at a normal pace.

"Oh one more thing," Alessandria said as she turned around looking at Jace who
was down and unable to move. "These women you're going to be living with. I
think they have really sexy feet. Based on going through your text messages
with your wife, I think you'll really like that too."

Alessandria started to laugh and Tatiana laughed too as they exited the truck.
Once they were out, he saw the door starting to close. Not wanting to give up,
he started crawling towards the door despite the immense pain in his stomach
and the fact that he could barely breathe. As he heard the bottom of the door
hit the truck, he actually found the strength to run on his knees and get to
the door. He tried to pull it up but it was locked.

He pulled with all of the strength he had, feeling how much pain it was
causing in his stomach, trying his best to ignore the pain, knowing how
important it was for him to get out of here. He did a good job ignoring the
pain but the problem was that the door was simply locked now and he wasn't
getting out. He dropped to his knees panting.

As he kneeled there he thought about what was ahead. He was being trafficked.
He was going to be a prisoner. Annalise was not going to wait for him. She was
a hot, overall perfect woman 28-year-old woman, and Alessandria was right that
she was going to have no problem finding someone else and that she'd be able
to move on from this. Unless he escaped quickly, she was going to be long gone
before he ever got free.

Would he get free? He was going to dedicate every moment to trying to escape.
He wanted to think at some point he'd be able to. But he already had plenty of
chances that he blew. If he couldn't get free when he was still out in the
open, reasonably close to home, how would he ever escape when he was locked up
however many miles from his home?

The truck engine started and all of the 'what-ifs' immediately started popping
into his head. He parked where he did because he didn't like valet parking. He
didn't like having strangers in his car. Every single other person at the
dinner was fine with valet parking, but not him. Imagine if he had just used
the damn valet parking like everyone else. Why didn't he just get an Uber home
to begin with or ride with a coworker? Why'd he even go to the damn thing to
begin with? Don Hammon didn't go. Said his grandfather was in ICU. Jace
thought about 4 or 5 other times over the last couple of years when Don Hammon
missed work or work events because his grandfather just happened to be in ICU
at that same time.

What if Jace had waited to get to his car before he called Annalise? He
wouldn't have been distracted and he would have gone down the correct street,
or at least not so far down the wrong one. What if he just started running
once he realized he was on the wrong street? What if he had run the moment
Keisha called him? He almost did so. But he didn't want to look like a wimp.
What if he punched back when Keisha was punching him in the street? He
couldn't beat her in a fight but if he kept fighting, she wouldn't have been
able to bring him all of the way to Tatiana. She would have had to give up on
it. All it would have taken was one of those things to go differently and he'd
be free now. The truck started to move.

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